Album
Truett - EP
Self titled debut EP from indie rock artist Truett, released by Brooklyn Basement Records.
- Released
- September 2016
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Truett Bradford Lollis [Truett] (BMI) 25% / William Lewis King (ASCAP) 25% / Ronald Pope (BMI) 25% / Dakota Jay (ASCAP) 25%
Description
BPM - 152 A gritty, alt-rock track about wanting someone even though it is wrong and they aren't good for you. Sensual and dark.
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White hot, red light
Come on, no time
Your sweat on my mind
Real soon you're gonna be mineBe mine,
Be mine,
Real soon you're gonna be mineOld dirt, hard floor
New blood, I want more
So wrong but it feels right
Real soon you're gonna be mine, be mineYeah I stand here thirsty cause I cannot reach that well
And the angel I've been praying for she dragged me straight to hellBurning like a prairie fire throw gas on my old flame,
And this gambling's been an afterthought, but I still play the game -
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Truett Bradford Lollis [Truett] (BMI) 25% / Ronald Pope (BMI) 25% / Chew Lee Toby (APRA) 25% / Cameron Hollywood Nacson (APRA) 25%
Description
BPM - 73 With themes of darkness and a catchy chorus, this powerful alternative rock track is about a boy rising up and proving himself.
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He looks like a freight train running on
so much more than the boy you bargained for
Ice cold feeling as he melts this ceiling
He won't be left in the dark no moreHe throws his weight like a sovereign state
See him at his best when it's time to go to war
What's in store, never know for sure
And he won't be left in the dark no moreSaid take your time
Step back in line
It's hard enough you'll find
Even when this memory is on his mindOh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh
He won't be left in the dark no moreWords he saves like he has to pay
For each thing he says, kind of lies you adore
What he gave you can't take away
And he won't be left in the dark no more
Said take your time
Step back in line
It's hard enough you'll find
Even when this memory is on his mind
Oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh
Oh whoa, oh
He won't be left in the dark no more -
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Truett Bradford Lollis [Truett] (BMI) 33.34% / Ronald Pope (BMI) 33.33% / Alex Klein (SESAC) 33.33%
Description
BPM - 105. This driving alternative rock track is about begging God for deliverance for your sins. It's about living a fast life, hitting rock bottom, and realizing that you are alone.
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I've got blood on my fingers, I've got mud in my veins
I've been through hell but I guess that's just the price that you pay
Oh, nothing but skin over my bones
In a glass house waiting on the stones
Like a king without a throneLord, deliver me from the devil and his kind
Lord deliver me from the devil and his kind
Cause I'm out here all alone,
Runnin' out of timeI've got blood on my fingers, I've got mud in my veins
I've been through hell but I guess that's just the price that you pay
Oh, nothing but skin over my bones
In a glass house waiting on the stones
Like a king without a throneFull speed living got me on my knees
All this full speed living got me on my knees
I just need some grace to rescue meI've got blood on my fingers, I've got mud in my veins
I've been through hell but I guess that's just the price that you pay
Oh, nothing but skin over my bones
In a glass house waiting on the stones
Like a king without a throne -
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Ronald Pope (BMI) 100%
Description
BPM - 75 In this track, Truett uses the metaphor "pound of flesh" to describe how he has faced the consequences of his decisions and paid all of his debts, and because of that, he does not have anything left to give.
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From the prisons to the churches
To the poison to the ground
All the voices of the angels
And the screaming barroom crowds
I've had enough, I've had enoughShe had tattoos on her fingers
And a gold ring in her nose
Had a mouth just like a sailor
So I was scared to take her home
To my mama's house, to my mama's houseAnd I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh
I don't know what I've got leftThere were stains down on the carpet
And a cross above the bed
And the parking lot was empty
So I smoked her cigarettes
All by myself, all by myselfAnd I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh
I don't know what I've got left -
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Ronald Pope (BMI) 50% / Landen Morrison (ASCAP) 50%
Description
BPM - 74 This alt-rock track carries strong hymnal and gospel influence while still holding onto Truett's signature gritty sound. This combination creates a feeling of subtle hopefulness throughout. The lyrics are about being away from home and family and also about sinning yet never feeling forgiven.
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Well the snow still falls through the darkest night
Indiana's cold in the wintertime
I can see my breath, can't feel my toes
Still learning things everybody seems to knowWhen I close my eyes, I'm half as tall
Hear mama's voice calling me home
I see the fireflies and smell the fresh cut grass
But then I'm cold again cause nothing good can lastUsed to say my prayers but never felt forgiven
I know that I've been blessed but still I'm always sinningWhen my sister called the day her son was born
I was in Illinois wearing a crown of thorns
And I could not return to the place I was made
So I continued on before the light of dayUsed to say my prayers but never felt forgiven
I know that I've been blessed but still I"m always sinning
And as I try to sleep, I shiver in the darkness,
And I could not believe when innocence departed -
